Every Single Day (Gray x Reader)

Real smooth [8]

Your P.O.V.

So Gray and I were cooking breakfast. Sounds simple enough, right? WRONG! Things went wrong that I didn't even know COULD go wrong!

"Let's start with pancakes!" I smiled, grabbing a pan from one of the upper cupboards, "Can you pass me the stuff I tell you to from the fridge?" I began rattling off ingredients as Gray passed them to me, occasionally pausing to find hidden items.

I started mixing the ingredients in while Gray watched impatiently. I felt a rumble in my stomach, but tried to ignore it. When it happened again, I decided to head to the washroom. I finished mixing the ingredients and passed the bowl to Gray.

"I gotta head to the washroom. You start cooking the pancakes!" I smiled, then quickly dashed off to the bathroom. I quickly locked the door and bent by the toilet again.

It hasn't happened so early in the morning before. I'm not sure how much longer I have left. I kicked over a garbage can, the contents spilling over the floor. The bloodstained toilet paper from last night caught my eyes, the red stain screaming to be paid attention to. I quickly grabbed it and crumpled it up, throwing it into the can once again.

Just as I'd finally found someplace I was happy, reality had to come crashing down on me. Sometimes... Well, sometimes I wondered if it'd be better to die here or to run away so they wouldn't have to see me.

I sighed softly, but my breath caught in my throat when I heard a knock at the door.

"Hey, (y/n), are you okay? I heard a loud crash," Gray's voice echoed from the outside of the door. I panicked for a second, trying to think of a good excuse and thought of the lamest, most believable excuse I could.

"Oh. I just tripped," I answered. I heard Gray laugh on the other side and before he could respond, I yelled back "Don't you have to go check on the pancakes?"

A panicked yell sounded from the door and I laughed as Grays speedy steps raced towards the kitchen. Bad choice. I started coughing into my hand. I reached for the toilet paper as my legs have way underneath me. I ripped some toilet paper off and pressed it to my mouth, soaking up the blood.

I sat on the floor for a few moments, then pulled myself up, gripping onto the wall. I took a few deep breaths and placed my hand on the cool metal of the door knob. I opened the door and walked out, peeking at Gray in the kitchen.

I straightened my shoulders and plastered my best fake smile on my face. I shook my quivering hands and let out a small sigh. I tried to hide all the emotions that threatened to spill out, like a fountain filled to the brim.

I walked into the kitchen, finding Gray shaking a frozen frying pan. He saw me come in and leaned against the counter, hiding the frying pan behind his back.

"Wassup?" He tried to ask smoothly. Key word, tried. He dropped the frying pan.

"Real smooth," I laughed, bending down to pick up the pan. I picked it up and banged it on the counter. Hard. The ice shattered off. I took a closer look at the counter, "damn, I left a mark. Lucy's gonna get angry at me,"

Gray laughed in response and gestured to his stack of ice, "I probably should've told you before, but I can't cook," he ran a hand through his hair and I had the desperate urge to drop everything and kiss him.

"Don't worry. I'll thaw them," I smirked, "Amber Armour! Flame!" With those 3 words golden sparkles surrounded my body. My hair lengthened, turning to its fiery shade of red, with the one pick strand. The only memory of my childhood.

I lit a flame in my hand and started to thaw out the frozen pancakes. Gray stared at my burning hand and smiled.

"What if we threw gasoline on your hand? Would it burn more like a normal flame or would it not react since it's magic fire," Gray asked, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. I paused for a second.

"It burns like a normal flame," I answered.

"How do you even know that?" Gray asked in wonder. I mean, it's kind of weird to know what happens in you pour gasoline on your arm. I pulled up my sleeve just a tiny bit, careful not to showcase the scars on my upper arm.

I points to one of the medium sized scars on my wrist, "I got this when I got curious and poured gasoline on my arm."

Half-truth.

When I'd first gotten my Amber Armour power, Adrien and the rest did many tests on me — one of which was pouring gasoline on my fire.

Gray marveled at the scar for a moment then turned away, "I'm gonna run to the bathroom. Be right back." He ran off while I continued to thaw out the pancakes.

"FUCKSHITBITCHASSBASTARDSONOVABITCHFUCKFUCKINGHELLHECKYHECKASSHOLEBITCH" A messed up scream of swears exited my mouth as a pair of hands firmly clamped down on my shoulders and yelled 'boo'.

In the shock, both of my hands glowed with flames as they began to spread around the kitchen. The flames began to envelop the kitchen and Gray and I began to panic.

"FUCK!" I yelled, trying to get my shit together. The panic inside of me kept me from keeping the fire under control. Another string of curse words exited my mouth and Gray followed, his words while still swears were slightly less colourful than mine, consisting of mostly 'fuck' and 'shit'.

The people in the living room finally woke up at the sound of our swears and looked toward the kitchen, where Gray was desperately using his ice magic to try and put out the fire.

"What. The. Fuck. Did you do to my kitchen?" Lucy asked, a menacing glare in her eyes.

Oh shit...

[Word Count: 1018]